Lil Wayne - I Took Her lyrics

"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"

I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist
Cute face girl if that's you then put
Your info in my two-way
Girl, you a star, me and you can make a movie
She said them diamonds in my
Chain look like Kool-Aid and when I'm gone
She be missing me like schooldays
Alright, I like a bitch, that like a bitch
Fuckin' right I'm rich
And I ain't gettin hitched
I'm gettin paid in full
Just call me Money Mitch
Ballin' like Tony Gwynn - I'm
Never lonely in that penthouse
And all the time her nigga think
She at a friend house
Okay, I put the Phantom up
And brought the Bent out
It's Weezy Baby, bitch I'm hot
Like all the vents out, haha
"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"

Tell 'em how it go
It go Hollygrove, Seventeen, Carrollton
Eagle Street
Runnin' with my hood 'til my feet get sore
Run up on them boys and
You ain't runnin' no more
I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle
And the guns go hah
While your boyfriend actin'
Like secret service
I'mma get you by yourself and
Get my secret service
I'm on that purple-urple
And all the earth is bouncin'
I've climbed the highest mountain
And baby girl that coupe is fountain blue
You see them green and yellow diamonds
Call it Mountain Dew
I got the crib in the sky with the city view
And I'll take a skinny bitch
If her titties new now what it do?
"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"

Get 'em oK, Gucci shoes, Gucci buckle
Gucci belt, Gucci bucket
Sharper than a yellow number two
I does in what I do
And if you didn't know, now you knew
I am the Fireman, red truck, yellow suit
And I treat money like glue
You know I got to stick to the paper
You know I'm like a staple
That's why I got that Cash
Money right above my navel
Young Money is the label, money
Bitches and cable
We multiplying money sitting at
The time table so holler at a nigga when you
See me on the grind
And bust that pussy open like
We runnin' out of time
And don't say a word, just act like a mime
The girl may be yours but the pussy is mine
"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"

Young Money, wassup?
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, hahaha weezy F baby